[Strange bedfellows]
Nezumi would’ve liked to sleep longer, but as it was, his body was slowly dragging him into conscious. It’s warm, he noted with hazy pleasure. There was a draft over his face, but everything from his neck down was the perfect temperature. He couldn’t remember the last time he had woken so peacefully; it had been years. He was vaguely aware that he had fallen asleep in a bed and was extremely grateful for the softness and pliancy of the mattress beneath him. Never going back to the couch, he muttered internally.
He buried his face further into the pillow and decided he would stay there just a little longer. It had been so long since he had had a good night’s sleep. Something on his stomach itched, though, incessantly. After a minute of trying to ignore it, Nezumi couldn’t take it anymore. He growled and wrenched himself awake.
He opened his eyes and froze, the itching sensation instantly forgotten. It took him all of a second to work out that he was, in fact, awake, and that Shion was, in fact, lying inches from him, apparently fast asleep, but his guesses at how this could have happened were a little less forthcoming.
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